-CHAPTER EIGHT-
WINNING PHOTO
Wednesday 14th October 2009
CHRISTIAN
LEANING FORWARD ON MY MAHOGANY DESK, I rubbed my forehead. The headaches were back, and this one was hurting like a motherfucker.
"Ell, from what you have been telling me, this woman is adamant regarding no dates. It sounds quite final." I tapped my fountain pen on the lacquered wood.
I'm still unsure to why I allowed Elliot into my office. My time is precious, and I don't any for this menial chit-chat. I'm behind in several reports and the emails are piling up. Leaning back in my chair I crossed my arms, wondering how long he will take?
Elliot's eyes pinned shut, he slowed his normal panting dog mentality, but blurted, "It's Anastasia. Well, that's the chick's name."
Still not budging my crossed arms, "Ok, Anastasia." The name rolled on my tongue, "From what you're reporting from Kate's commentary, she's doesn't have the slightest interest in dating. Like wise brother," shrugging my shoulders, I honestly didn't care about the Coping Together Ball.
"Elliot it's fine, I don't want or need a date. I don't want to get your hopes up but there's a high possibility I will be out of town with Ros. Now it all depends on… if I get this fucking report completed," I seethed through my gritted teeth.
He lounged back in my black chair with his muddy work boots over my array of business papers on the table. As always he strokes the arms of the chair with almost a sexual pleasure to it. God, I hope he's just appreciating the leather and not getting a boner.
"Please stop looking like you're going to come in my chair and get your fucking muddy shoes off the table. I'm trying to fucking work here!"
Smacking his muddy boots to get off the table, Elliot tried his best to straighten my work papers, "What about Mom? She will have your balls, you need to go."
"I'm not concerned about either Mom or Dad," which the parentals are completely aware I'm busy.
There is no way I'm going to give them the impression I'm slacking after quitting Harvard, I think Mom would understand but Dad that's who would castrate me.
"Oh, fuck work!" Elliot stopped stacking the papers and the asshole he is started throwing them around the office.
"ELLIOT! What the fuck are you doing? Stop it and clean this shit up, NOW!"
He's got to be kidding, "Fuck work," work is my life. Ros and I are working as much as possible to get things happening, almost to the brink of death. Over the last two weeks we have purchased four businesses. I'm relatively surprised how easy it was, the difficult part is breaking them down and selling them off for a profit. If the forecasts are correct, we should make approximately five hundred thousand dollars before the new year and hopefully double or triple our profits every quarter from now on.
Refusing to give my full attention to Elliot I began to finalize the last report of the day, but his constant moaning is making it impossible as he interfering with my concentration. He is obstinate that I must attend Coping Together, especially with a date. Of all people his girlfriend's roommate. I see red. Not interested. Tried the chick thing and fucked up.
Can you shut the fuck up Ell! Need to focus! Fuck!
"Christian. Christian, hey! Bro are you even listening?" His annoying voice pierced my ears.
"Don't worry Kate's on the ball when it comes to Banana. Apparently she needs a fuck and she's a little stressed just like you," the excitement on his face is overly worrying, doesn't he have someone else to bother.
"So as an older brother this is how you are teaching the so called inexperienced younger brother how to treat women?" shaking my head with disbelief.
"So I should fuck them then chuck them?" I continued to finalize my report.
"Hey she's a little shy but gives me shtick when I give her shit. She's a cool chick," fluttering his eye lids like a little girl, "she will be lonely, you will be lonely, come on you both will be there. Bam fucking thank-you ma'am a sweet match up I say. You know keep her company between her legs," he wiggled his brows.
"Don't even bother just stop while you're a head. Why in God's name do you refer to her as Banana? Please say she is not a he. I thought I made it extremely clear I'm into females," gritting through my teeth.
"Honestly she's a chick and a little hottie at that. She gave me a half boner too. Instantly!" Elliot chuckled.
"A fucking orchid gives you a boner, just grow up. Why do you call her Banana, I'm rather intrigued," rhythmically tapping my fountain pen again.
"Now… there was a reason why I called her Banana. I was so fucking hammered when I first met her and the details have completely blurred."
"Like the majority of your brain cells?" rolling my eyes at Elliot.
"What are you insinuating baby bro?"
Turning away from the screen of my MacBook Pro, I was gob smacked. Is he really this unintelligent? My patience is wearing too thin for a conversation of his intellect.
"Isn't it obvious? Or should I spell it out for you?"
"Um… please do, hang on not too long or I wont be able to understand."
"Do you realize you're an idiot!" slapping my palm over my forehead.
"So, you and Banana hey?" wiggling his eyebrows again, and insinuating sex but forming a circle with his hands around his crotch of his pants and pounding up and down.
"Will you get off my fucking case," and I threw my fountain pen at his head.
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Thursday 12th November 2009
"PLEASE BRO BE ANASTASIA'S DATE, I'm begging you," Elliot went to his knees and hands pleading, "look at me, I'm on my fucking knees. Kate will neuter me if you don't do this."
I don't think ever in my life I've seen Elliot so unconfident or worried, lets face it he's shitting bricks.
"No." I'm enjoying this; I think I'm going to make him sweat a little longer. "It's fifty-fifty. I don't even know what this poor girl looks like. Even though looks mean nothing," I shrugged keeping my poker face.
"We both know you have high standards after one chick," Elliot held up a single finger indicating his point.
My jaw clenched as my molars ached through the pressure. I detest when he brings up her, it's all still very raw especially after the dead ends when I couldn't find her. I know deep down I've only misplaced her.
"OK, I'll go find a picture. It's worth it, trust me. Bro have I ever let you down?" Elliot shook his mane of blond curls, knowing how untrue his words were, "Chris seriously, She'll be worth it." His smile was uneasy.
Rushing through his cell, he brows furrowed and jiggled his head. Occasionally he wailed "nope", "shit" and "oh come on." It's obvious he's not thinking about me, I don't trust Elliot's words they are far from being golden or the truth. He's just trying to avoid losing his balls when he sees Kate again.
This is hilarious.
"Ok here you go. It's not the best but it's one I took when I was Skyping Kate and Banana came in. She's in her kitten pajamas and Harvard sweatshirt. She lives in that thing," He grinned from ear to ear, thinking he has saved his masculinity.
I hope he doesn't expect me to won over from a single photo. A screenshot from Skype to be precise, come on Elliot get your shit together.
My MacBook Pro pinged as a new email arrived, as I turned to look at the screen Elliot threw his cell at me. My hands fumbled since I wasn't prepared for him to throw the damn thing at me, utterly ashamed by my lack of co-ordination, his cell fell far from the perfect catch. The sound of plastic and glass shattering echoed in my office as it hit the hard floor.
Fuck
"I'm sorry Ell, I'll replace it," Of course I'll never hear the end of this.
"Yeah a new cell with all the bells and whistles please. I'm expecting it since you're not short of cash," he sang as his hands rubbed together.
"I was talking about the screen you moron. I'm not buying a brand new cell for you," I groaned as the heal of my palm hit the back of his head.
...
Monday 16th November 2009
"THANKS FOR THE NEW SCREEN BRO. You know you could have splurged on a new cell, one of those fancy ones like yours. You probably could of claimed it as a tax credit."
NO!
"Shut up. Why are you here Elliot?" I answered brusquely.
"Well as you know…" he said as his shoes scuffed the floor, "Coping Together is approaching," Elliot winked indiscreetly, "oh and Anastasia still needs a date. Oh fancy that… just like you," His finger aimed directly at my face, I'm assuming to emphasize his useless point.
"Oh I was led to believe her roommate is insisting for her to have a date and I was a convenient unwilling guy so you won't be neutered," crossing my arms. Far from impressed regarding the whole situation.
"Oh come on! FUCK!" Elliot shouted, as he flicked his head back in the leather chair.
"Thinking about the state of our balls are we?" I chuckled under my breath.
"Bro there is a very high possibility, I will have none this time next week. Please just help out your older bro here."
Staring at him, it was the face of a worried man, those balls were being removed very soon.
"Don't even try. Leave it," shaking my head at Elliot.
"I do know Mom has been talking to you."
Fuck, he knows.
"She told me, she couldn't help herself. You're fucking coming you sly little brother, so no backing out now with this date… ahh," Elliot rubbed his chin, "Christian and Anastasia, it has a nice ring to it don't you think?"
Scowling at my brothers words and fucking Mom! She probably confessed everything to him, and of all people fucking Elliot! My eyes glued to my desk as I began to knock my head on it repetitively.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!
Lifting my head, and calmly eyeing my brother, "Elliot, I really don't want to have a date. Honestly the majority of women don't click with me," I turned to look out the window.
"Hey, but that fairy chick did click. By the looks of it you clicked with her lots and lots of times. So it's possible bro, you just need to open up," Finishing with a large grin.
"It was Pixie, not fucking fairy," Seething by his stupidity, I couldn't help and drop my head into my hands and whisper, "her name was Ana. I think I've lost my one and only opportunity."
Lifting my head, I turned to my MacBook Pro and tried to brush off the conversation and work through these reports, emails, well any kind of document. I need to get Ana out of my head.
"Oooh, touchy subject I see," Elliot rubbed his chin, "anyways, Kate sent some pictures of Anastasia. Better ones this time."
Giving my brother a worried look, do I really want to plunge into dating someone I don't know? Someone who lives on the other side of the country?
"Don't look so worried bro. You're not marrying the chick. It's just a date, you know… One. Single. Date," he calmly smiled, "Bro, I never realized how fucking clumsy you are so I'm not taking any chances," Elliot walked slowly towards my desk and placed his cell carefully in front of me, "see this one is cute. She's sitting on the couch, in that damn fucking Harvard sweat again."
He pointed at the screen and I couldn't quite see since the majority of his hand was inconveniently covering it. Trying to focus, my cell started to vibrate.
Fuck what timing!
"Grey," I answered curtly.
"Is that how you speak to your mother Christian? I hope you haven't been working too hard. I'm worried about the amount of headaches you have," she said with a concerned chill in her voice.
"Mother I'm sorry. I didn't check my caller ID,"
I'm trying my best to get Elliot's attention. I mouthed move your fucking hand!
"Mother I do have another headache, I've taken Advil. I'm fine. Now why do I owe this pleasure?"
"As you know, I wondering if you will be…" unable to listen to my mother as Elliot was fumbling around my desk and finally he moved his hand away from the screen.
All I could do was smile at my older brother as I looked at the image in front of me. Being the complete moron he gave two solid thumbs up. I'm sure he has no idea why I'm so impressed with the photo. All I can see is my Ana. Pixie.
"Christian, is Elliot there… Christian, are you ok, why aren't you talking? What's going on?"
"I'm sorry Mom I need to call you back." And I ended the call.
Holding Elliot's cell closer to my face and zoomed in.
"Hey did you just hang up on Mom, oooh you're fucking dead!"
"We're not kids Elliot, she'll be fine. Anyway I have more pressing matters, is this real?" I pointed to the screen, "You're not punking me right?" All I could do was stare at her face.
"What the fuck are you going on about? Yeah this is Anastasia, Banana. I told you she's hot."
"I know," I couldn't keep the grin from my face.
"Well this is a development. So you like her," Elliot moved forward in his chair.
"Oh I know I like her." Elliot has no idea, how much!
"Why are you acting weird. This is really strange. Are you sure you took Advil?"
"No, no it's ok. I'll do her… shit I mean I'll be her date and I'm sure she will be pleasantly surprised." I couldn't help myself and I forwarded the picture to my cell. Anastasia. "What's her full name, do you have her number, address?" My questions stumbled out, and I really hope I wasn't sounding too desperate.
"Well yeah but wh—" Elliot paused, "Holy. Shit! You like her!"
My smile was prominent, I felt like I'm the cat that got the cream.
"You do know the girls need a lift to Mom and Dad's place on Friday,"
"What!" I think my voice broke two octaves, gathering myself I tried to speak like a man, "she's staying at Mom and Dad's?" smiling non stop, my face started to ache.
"Yeah, Kate and Anastasia. Holy shit, you're pussy whipped without seeing the pussy," I couldn't but help and laugh into my cupped hand.
"Are you staying after it finishes on Saturday?"
"Fuck yeah, I'm not driving anywhere. I'm going to be hammered up to my eyeballs and then hopefully hammering my girl," Elliot crassly winked.
"O-kay, I didn't need the visual. I think I'm going to stay too."
"What the fuck! Well you can pick them up from the airport since you're so keen to see this chick. It's early afternoon I think two maybe three?"
"I'll ensure I'm free," straight away I opened my online calendar, "are you going to give a present to Kate when she comes?"
"Yeah," he pointed to his crotch.
"Oh fuck," trying to erase the image from my mind, "I meant flowers. A bouquet or something along those lines?"
"What? Where the fuck is my brother Christian? That one photo has won you over hey."
"Well you could say it was the photo I was looking for."
A/N:
Sorry for this chapter being super late. I think I have a bad hangover from the film. It's over... it's done. But please keep reading, I'm going to be around for sometime. So many stories in the works.
Thank you for reading the new reworked/beta-ed "Misplaced & Found." If you haven't already done so, please favourite, follow, review and PM me regarding any M&F questions or concerns. See you soon for chapter 9.
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